"You're just a bitch. What is there to be ashamed of?"
Adrian said bluntly, completely disregarding Kotonoha's feelings as he held her in a humiliating embrace.
"No... no, I'm not a... ahhh... ahhh..."
The girl tried to protest, but her words dissolved into a lewd moan.
Adrian held her easily in his arms, his fingers playing with her engorged clitoris.
Kotonoha, whose sensitive constitution had already been amplified by the aphrodisiacs, could no longer suppress her instincts. Even as she verbally denied it, her body betrayed her: her legs naturally parted, and her hips lifted slightly to press against his hand, making it easier for him to knead her.
"You're so slutty, and you still say you're not a bitch?"
"Ah... I'm not... I'm not a bitch..."
The girl cried and moaned, desperately trying to cling to her self-image as a proper young lady. But in less than a minute, her nipples were erect, and her clitoris peeked out from between her labia, swollen and begging for attention.
"Look at you. You're still a virgin, yet just a touch makes you dripping wet. If I fucked you now, would you want it?"
"No... Ah... I'm not slutty... I don't want to be... fucked... Ah..."
She wanted to maintain her last shred of dignity, but her body was completely beyond her control. Her lips parted, exhaling hot, ragged breaths, eagerly awaiting invasion.
"Apply it yourself."
Adrian pulled another small bottle of the pink aphrodisiac from his pocket and handed it to her.
The effects of this drug had already been tested on two subjects—the big cow and the little cow. While occasional contact shouldn't have adverse effects, he decided a targeted application would speed things up.
Kotonoha took the bottle with trembling hands. After so many days of "experimentation," she knew this drug was evil. Her current state of constant arousal was entirely its fault.
However, under the man's stern gaze, she dared not resist. Tears streaming down her face, she uncorked the bottle and began to apply the oil to her breasts and genitals.
"Take a sip. Just a small sip. Don't drink too much."
Learning from Manami's overdose experience, Adrian carefully instructed her. The older woman had survived due to her robust constitution, but Kotonoha was frail. It would be a waste if she died of cardiac arrest before they even had their fun.
Kotonoha took a tiny sip. Immediately, she felt a warm, comfortable sensation spread through her limbs. Her muscles went limp, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
Looking at Kotonoha slumped on the bed—face flushed, breasts erect, vulva dripping with fluids—Adrian knew she was already in a state of delirious ecstasy.
Judging by the time, Saeko should be almost finished with her shower.
He squeezed the girl's breasts a couple more times, eliciting sharp cries, before pulling a pair of handcuffs from the drawer. He secured Kotonoha's wrists to the bedpost.
"Ideally, I'd let you play with yourself, but once the drug fully kicks in, you might masturbate too wildly and break your hymen."
He planned to take her virginity properly later—perhaps in front of Manami. Or maybe he would invite Kotonoha's younger sister to join. A mother-daughter bowl or a sister duo... either option was more entertaining than playing with this girl alone.
Besides, Manami had squirted milk immediately. He was curious if he could induce lactation in this little virgin cow without even deflowering her. If a virgin could produce milk, it would be a biological miracle.
He strapped the ball gag back into her mouth to muffle her screams.
"Be a good girl."
Leaving Kotonoha writhing in her restraints, Adrian exited the guest room and headed toward the main house.
Fortunately, the estate was large enough that sound didn't travel easily between wings.
He walked to Saeko's door.
Knock, knock.
"Saeko? Are you decent?"
"N-No...!"
A slightly flustered voice came from inside. Clearly, the purple-haired girl hadn't calmed down yet.
It was understandable. No matter how stoic Saeko usually appeared, she was still just an 18-year-old girl. Expecting her to be rational after being sprayed with bodily fluids by her father and his mistress was unreasonable.
"I'm sorry for what happened earlier," Adrian said through the door, his voice gentle and apologetic.
While he could disregard Kotonoha's feelings and break her with force, he felt it was better to take a psychological approach with Saeko. Once the apocalypse arrived, he would need competent lieutenants.
Even if he could suppress everyone with violence, a king still needed loyal subjects to handle the mundane tasks while he slept.
"Um... Father...?"
Hearing "Masao Busujima" apologize—something he famously never did—Saeko panicked. She quickly unlocked the door and slid it open.
"Father, please don't apologize. It is unseemly for you to bow your head."
Saeko stood in the doorway. She had indeed spent a long time scrubbing herself in the shower. Her hair was damp, and her skin was pink from the hot water. She was wrapped only in a bath towel that barely covered her vital parts. Her long legs, bare shoulders, and slender arms were completely exposed, creating an incredibly alluring sight.
Father and daughter exchanged a glance. Saeko stepped back to let him in, and they sat down at the low table.
Adrian sighed deeply, looking every bit the weary warrior.
"Saeko... the Busujima Style swordsmanship is powerful. It enhances one's strength, but it also comes with a price. It amplifies one's base desires."
He looked at his hands solemnly.
"I used to suppress them with willpower. But when I broke through the bottleneck and reached the Sword Saint realm last month... the fire of desire within me became uncontrollable. It was like a dam breaking."
He had prepared this explanation carefully. When in doubt, blame magical martial arts side effects. It was the "Qi Deviation" excuse.
"Ah! Father... is that true?"
Hearing this, Saeko's expression immediately shifted from anger to concern. She grabbed his hand anxiously.
"Yes. I am constantly consumed by these thoughts now. Look."
Adrian pointed unabashedly to his crotch.
Saeko looked down and saw the large bulge in his trousers. Clearly, he was erect again.
There was nothing Adrian could do about it. A beautiful woman, dressed only in a towel, was kneeling right in front of him. If he didn't get an erection, he would have to turn in his "Man Card."
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